Snook - Bizarre 4chan Stories

Episode Date: August 4, 2025

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Hey, what's up guys and welcome back to another 4chan stories video. And today we're getting into some bizarre four chance stories. I love these videos and you guys seem to love them too. These stories are bizarre, weird, scary and strange. And you'll want to stick around, grab a snack, grab some water, get hydrated, sit back, relax, and yeah, I'm excited to get into these. And if you haven't already, please like the video and subscribe to the channel. It helps more than you know. And I just appreciate you being here. Thank you so much. And enough you happen. Without further ado, let's get into some bizarre 4chan stories. Scary Story slash Urban Legend thread.

Here's one that happened to me a few months back. I want to stress that you can literally Google this incident if you want proof, although the articles I've been reading have been highly sanitized, which is part of the reason I'm posting this. Be me. South African. Going on a trip to Botswana. My sister is marrying a guy who's a game ranger, and I'm going on this trip to spend time with the dude and get to know him.

I'm supposed to be the best man at the wedding, even though we barely know each other. I arrive after a really long drive. Spend first day drinking and driving dirt bikes around, generally having a great time. Next day, sisters' fiancee suggests we go driving around the outskirts of the Acovejo Delta in an attempt to see some wildlife. I agree. We go driving around and manage to spot some giraffes, leopards, hippos, and some different birds. Really fun, but insanely fucking hot. No elephant spotted.

This comes up later. Eventually, we head back to the place we've been staying at each night. We start to cook and drink. Sister's fiancé. I'll just call him John. Gets a call as the son's going down. I notice how weirded out he is by what he's being told on the phone. He hangs up but definitely seems freaked out as we eat dinner.

I ask what's up, but John just dismisses it. Says it's nothing serious. After dinner, we start drinking more and more. John starts ranting about his boss. That's who was on the phone. says they found some dead elephant and he wants John to go check it out. John tells him it's too dark to see anything, but he'll go tomorrow. John apologizes to me.

Tells me he'll be busy working tomorrow. I say it's no problem. John, kind of drunk, feels really bad. Says we're supposed to be bonding, but now he's leaving me in a shitty little shallot with no company. Night goes on. After a few more beers, John tells me that I should come with him tomorrow. I'm reluctant. I don't love the idea of inspecting dead elephants.

John insists says they'll go by helicopter. Says it'll be much better than driving in the heat. I agree to go along. Next day, we eat breakfast and head to a small airstrip. Helicopter looks riggedy as fuck, but I feel like complaining would be rude. There are lots of pre-flight procedures and we end up taking off just after midday. We fly around for about an hour, able to search a huge amount of area really quickly. There's me, John, another ranger, a dude who I think was a ranger in training,

and the pilot. John and other ranger have trank rifles ready in case they need to inspect a live elephant up close. Finally spot something. About three elephants line in the sun. We land a few meters way and hop out. The stench is horrible. Flies are everywhere. The corpses are half rotten and half eaten. I think it's weird that three elephants are dead together, but not too shocking beyond that. John and others are discussing something. Conversations seemed pretty intense. I try to join the conversation, so I don't seem like the silent autists of the group lurking in the background. Uh, so I'm guessing some poachers shot them? Huh? Everyone looks at me, and they all seem annoyed.

I think they were pissed at John invited to Normie, who didn't know shit along with them. Eventually, John says, doesn't seem like poachers. The elephants still have their tusks. I hadn't thought of that, and now I felt like a dumb ass. They keep inspecting the bodies, and both rangers seemed really interested in one of the smaller ones. It was lying on its side, but its face was pointed at an odd angle towards the ground like it had been trying to stick its head in the ground. Finally, the other Ranger suggests we keep looking to see if there are any others. We get back up into the air and fly around for about another hour. Ranger seems really troubled, but we see nothing. We land and

they have another conversation about what to do next while I just sit there awkwardly in the helicopter with my feet hanging out. We have some lunch and John informs me that we're going to do search before heading back as we only have fuel for about another hour. We were flying back and forth, so we're only about 45 minutes from the airstrip. Before we finish eating, I overhear the ranger tell John that the smaller elephant really seemed like it had a broken neck. I blurred out. How the fuck does that happen? Ranger just glares at me and keeps eating. We finish eating and take off again and continue searching. After about 30 minutes, the pilot tells us we're heading back and turns towards home, but after just five minutes, the ranger in training starts point

and shouting. Lying on the ground near a clearing of trees are about a dozen dead elephants. The sun's going down and these shadows from their corpses are easy to see, stretching along the ground. We land nearby and make our way over. Smell is even worse than last time, and the bodies are ruined. I'm not much of the nature lover, so I don't know exactly what animals can do to other animals, even so I could tell some bodies have been picked at by scavengers. Their stomachs were torn open and intestines spewed out everywhere. Again, all the tusses were present. I asked John if maybe somebody had shot at them just for the fuck of it.

He says, probably not. To kill this many, you need a helicopter to fire from above, and when that happens, like when they're tranked, they form a circle around the younger ones. But these bodies were all spread out over a distance of a kilometer or two, like they had been running away in a full-on panic. He then pointed out the state of some of the other bodies. A couple had feet and legs missing,

which may be possible after being chewed on for a few days, but I can't imagine why some lions and hyenas would go for the legs and feet first while leaving the stomach untouched. After some inspecting, we all ended up standing around the body of a smaller elephant, maybe a teenager who was missing its head. I don't mean its skin and flesh had been picked off by birds and wild dogs. I mean its head, neck, and right shoulder were gone like they had been pulled off. Also, while this body was the smaller, it was still probably a couple tons and twice the height of a human.

I actually wondered if someone had magically fed this thing a stick of dynamite or something. At this point, John and the other ranger are swearing and ranting about how fuck this all is, but I think the rest of us knew that they were using anger to cover up their growing confusion and worry. After I let them vent a little, I ask, what we do now? The other ranger snaps at me and says, we're going to go home and try to figure out how to explain this to the Department of Environmental Affairs. We all start to head back to the helicopter when the ranger in training says, What about the hole?

We all turn and look at him and John says, What hole? The ranger in training starts leading us towards a small hill while saying, I thought you all saw it when we flew overhead. Sure enough, there is the side of this hill is a hole, dug at maybe a 15 or 20 degree angle downward. This thing is fucking massive. It looks like a mole's hill.

except that it's as big as a subway tunnel. I asked John what I'm looking at, still thinking that this is some natural phenomena I've never heard about, but he just mumbles like he has no idea. Finally, the pilot asks if we're going in. What the fuck? What does this man just say? I just look at him like he's a fucking crazy person. Why the fuck would we go in there? Luckily, the other ranger says, nah, it's almost dark. Let's just take some pictures and get back. We'll report this and let someone else figure it out. I'm beginning to like this dude. We start walking back.

The pilot and I take our time checking the body some more because the other three are taking pictures and there's no hurry. Although I did feel really creeped out, I didn't say anything. Eventually, we all end up in a helicopter except for the ranger who had climbed up a body and has taken his last pictures. For some reason, I only noticed that how silent it was.

No animals except flies when I thought about, which was weird considering how much raw meat was present. As the ranger jumps off the body and starts heading back, we all hear a massive grating noise. It sounded like something huge was shifting against the sand. I immediately assume one of the elephants is still alive and is trying to stand up. We all pile out of the helicopter and make our way towards the noise. I can't see anything because the lights are fading fast and the horizon is dotted with giant elephant carcasses. I noticed John and the others are making their way up some bodies and I jump onto a nearby, fairly intact corpse to get a vantage point.

As I crest the elephant, never thought I'd type that sentence, I stare out at the black silhouettes lying on the ground against the afternoon sky. For a while, I'd see nothing but suddenly my eyes pick up movement. At first, I think it's something coming out of a hole, like it's a fucking worm from Dune or something, and I tactically shit my pants. Then I noticed as it seems to be an elephant trying to drag itself into the hole. John and the other ranger are already down the carcasses, and heading for the hole in the rest of us are following. I'm not sure why. Maybe we just wanted to see a living elephant after all these

dead ones. I won't pretend it was rational, and I can't speak for the others, but I just felt like if we saw this thing up close, we might be able to get some understanding of what happened here. We all come around the side of a truly massive dead elephant and stare towards the entrance to the hole. At this point, the light was dying fast and a lot of detail was lost in shadow of the tunnel, but I swear to God, I saw enough to know I wasn't imagining anything. Standing at the entrance to the hole is a person, crouched over like a gorilla. The hair was long and matted and they were completely naked. But the real problem was their size.

This person was crouched over the elephant. Their body was actually slightly cramped in this subway-sized hole. The elephant's body looked like big gray dog next to this literal giant. Its proportions were completely fucked. Its top half was stretched out in spirited with arms as long as a truck. folded so that it could fit inside the tunnel, ending in these wiry fingers with needle-like claws. Meanwhile, its bottom half was stubby and emaciated.

This thing's legs were human enough in appearance, though each was the size of a fully-grown man, but they were so withered compared to the rest of it that they almost seemed vestigial. We came to see it just as it was getting back into the tunnel. What had seemed like an elephant crawling into the hole had actually been an elephant body being dragged by the leg into the earth. We all stood in abject horror as this thing pulled at the elephant's corpse like a sack of potatoes.

We hadn't made a sound, but at some point it turned its head around, not like it heard something, but rather like it was a wild animal checking its surroundings from time to time. Its eyes immediately snapped towards us. This thing's face was so fucked up. The eyes were white and milky, but I could still tell that it saw us. The nose was up turned like a bat, and its mouth hung slightly open as it breathed, revealing massive slab-like teeth like something you'd see in a hippo's mouth. They were all crooked, and some protruded out at odd angles, but they all looked as hard as steel, and I could immediately imagine them tearing through the legs and heads of the bodies we had seen so far. The strangest part was the shape of its head. It seemed disfigured,

and bulbous, like a fetus's skull. It also bent on one side more than the other. The best way I can describe it is like the lady, from the painting in it, except wider and obviously fair larger. The skin was very vainy, and although its shoulders and back were covered in dirt, it was as white as a sheet, almost to the point of being translucent. The skin around its eyes had enough wrinkles to almost act like eyebrows, which gave it a very surprise, slightly confused look. After a split second of confusion, this thing's face contorts into a look of absolute rage. It lets out this fucking awful roar. Sounds almost like the scream a deaf person might make, sort of low and monotone, but it's loud enough that my head.

hands instinctively slam into my ears to try to block out the sound. We all start sprinting towards the helicopter. John's shouting something but my ears are ringing, and it's too muffled to make out. We all climb into the helicopter in complete terror. I strap myself in and look back towards the hole. This giant fucking monster is clawing its way towards us. It's clearly moving as fast as it can, but it's still pretty slow. Its back legs are dragging along limply, and is only moving by clon at the ground and elephant corpses. It moves like someone who's paralyzed from the waist down. We all just sit there, petrified, and stare at it while the pilot starts the helicopter. I remember watching it grab at one of the larger elephants who try to use it as an anchor to pull itself along.

The elephant corpse literally slid towards it. Like a fucking elephant corpse was not heavy enough for it to use it as a weight. The helicopter starts to lift off and this thing reaches out for us. It's still a long way off, but it came as hell of a lot closer than I would have thought possible. Its whole body is probably longer than two school buses placed end-to-end. Ranger fires his trank gun at it, but I honestly didn't even see if it hit it or not. Although I'd be amazed if you miss that thing. We don't stay around. Pilot turns the helicopter towards home.

We shoot back faster than I thought possible. I think I heard another dull roar as we flew away, but my ears were still ringing too much to be certain. The rest of the night was a blur. I don't remember much of the conversations after we landed, but I wasn't content with just being back at the chalet. I just felt like that thing was still crawling towards us in the night. It would eventually smash through the little wind in chalet I was in. I told John I was leaving right away and drove for about six hours before pulling it into a petrol station

and falling asleep in my car. When I woke up the next morning, I kept driving until I got home. I got in the shower and just stood there under the water for about an hour. Eventually, I called John. We spoke for a while about everything that happened. Apparently, they had a massive group to go together to go search the area, but when they arrived, they only found eight bodies, and the hole had partially collapsed. Over the next few weeks, John told me about the attempts to track down whatever that thing was,

but eventually they gave up, and some of the other rangers started to think that maybe we all just had a few too many beers and came up with all this shit. Apparently, he had quite a few arguments over what happened that night. Elfin corpses keep showing up near those holes, but nobody's willing to go walk. walking into them to see what's inside. After another week or two, John quit that job, and now he's working as a delivering man. Now you're probably wondering why you haven't heard about any of this. Well, you can find some stories about it, but most of them attribute the deaths to some kind

of pandemic that spread through the population. You'll also notice that they emit most of the pictures. They'll only show you pictures of the more intact elephants so that you don't wonder how such a massive creature can get pulled limb from limb. they'll never show you the holes dug in and out of the ground. Bamping with some OC. Maybe not spooky, but scary when it happened. Still, a little jumpy with noises. Background. Have an alcoholic mother with bad choice and boyfriend material. Part 1. I've been living in the forest near my house for about three weeks alone, sleeping in trees, dumpster diving for food, going to the YMCA to shower

and do laundry somewhat regularly. I spend most of my time developing skills to not die, black bears and stuff in the region. I had my trusty bow for this whole thing. No fun's yet. One night while I'm trying to find a comfy tree to sleep in, I hear dogs barking. Figure it's just some redneck stupid dogs over at the farm on the edge of the woods, rustling in the distance.

More barking. A lot closer this time. Decide to get into a tree. As soon as I get around six feet off the ground, dogs burst into the clearing I was walking in. Dogs were definitely not owned by anybody. Haggard looking. no collars, feral dogs. I keep climbing up to get more out of reach for the things because

six feet felt a little low of the ground. Dogs noticed me and start running around the tree barking and jumping. One big fucking dog can jump a little higher than the low branch I was on. Definitely glad I moved up. Six dogs, German Shepherd, two golden retrievers, a mutt, smallish bulldog, and big-ass Rottweiler. I begin throwing sticks to the dogs to scare them off. Smaller dogs move away from the bottom of the tree. Shepard and rot could be no less concerned with the sticks. Consider shooting the dogs with my bow. Figure I shouldn't because the corpse could attract bears and I don't want to dig a hole or deal with more bears. The dogs eventually fuck off and I wait another hour before climbing out of the tree. Nearly dark so I find a tree with wide branches

and post up as high as I could get. Tied myself in for the night, drift asleep holding my bow at the ready in case of bears. Part two. Climb down out of the tree. the tree when the sun rises and visibility is up again. Luckily no fog this morning so nothing to worry about on the ground. Walk about four miles through the woods towards the river that runs through it. I follow the river to town because no roads bordered to it and there are convenient paths along it. On my way to town I see paw prints from those dogs right along the river. I stop and listen for anything that sounds ominous. Continuing on my merry way because nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I get close to town and stash my bow to avoid giving her.

harassed by cops. Key washing clothes, dumpster diving for supplies, shower afterward and going back for the forest. Get close to where I stash my bow. Paw prints everywhere. The little fucks are following me. Grab my bow and climb a nearby tree for a vantage point. See the dogs on the other side of a little stream that runs into the river. Determine path to get around the buggers and take it. Walk back to the middle of the forest, where I try to stay to avoid contact slash arrest as quietly as possible. Don't hear the dogs at all. Standard woodland noises like squirrels and bugs and birds. Immediately upon getting to the area I stay, smell wet dog and hear twigs snap in the underbrush.

Climmed the closest tree like I was getting paid for it. Three of the dogs react as soon as I make a move and burst out of the bushes at me. I made it into the tree in time to not get killed, which is good. Dog circling tree. I decide that I'm not dealing with this the rest of the time I'm out here, however long that may be. launch an arrow down at one of the bastards and hits it right in the neck right behind the skull. Dead on impact and falls at the ground without a sound. No more mutt.

Other dogs run over to it and drag it off into the woods. I hear them crunching bones and ripping flesh. They took my arrow. I'm down to four until they leave the corpse. Part 3. I don't have enough arrows to kill the rest of the dogs, and if I miss or only wound them, then I could expect to be in this tree all day long. Dogs leave the corpse about three hours of ripping into it.

I can only hope a bear didn't wander up and scare them off. Might not be able to kill a bear before it kills me if I go to the ground. I stay in the tree for a few more hours. It's getting dark again. Dark in the forest is what horror movie directors are dreaming of when they make a scene in the dark. I tactically out of the tree and wait a few minutes before moving away from the base to be sure that nothing is going to pop out of me. Wander over to the corpse of the dog. I retrieve my arrow and dip out of the area.

Make it about a half mile before I realize it's getting, too dark to stay on the ground. Walk to the nearest visible tree that looks habitable. Hear rustling in the underbrush and immediately pull up my bow up to the sound. A ridiculously fat squirrel pops out of the bush. I make it move towards it and it dips out. Consider killing the damn thing for food. Realized cooking it might be hard and dogs would probably just roll up as soon as they smelled it. Climmed the tree that looked like a great choice and tie in for the night. Wake up early morning to what I hope is a raccoon fucking round on the sticks around my tree. Look down to see a black bear.

Tactically shit my pants and stare at it to make sure it isn't going to climb the tree. I yell to scare the thing off. Looks at me like I'm R-worded, lumbers away. Recovery from that and climb down after I can't hear it anymore. This morning is a bit chilly and the dew is just ridiculous. Still no fog, luckily. I start a small fire to get the cold out of my bones. barely got it going because of due.

After a bit, I douse the fire and loose dirt. Wait for it to die out and leave the area. No dogs yet today. Feeling pretty good. Still uneasy and jumpy, though. Part 4. As the day drags on, I start getting more confident that the dogs might be off somewhere else after I killed their pal.

Continue my daily routine of wandering around, looking at stuff, and trying to find places to sleep that look comfy. Suddenly barking. Really, close barking. Run to a tree and climb up as fast as possible. Dogs come peeling into the clearing I'm in. They keep barking and circling the tree and jumping. I pull back on my bow and aim for the big dog.

Hopefully it'll fuck up the pack. I hit the big dog in the shoulder. He drops for a second, then starts ripping at the arrow, manage to pull it out and keep running around barking. Apparently it hit bone and just sort of stopped. Draw again and aim for a smaller dog so I can actually kill it, hopefully, distracting the other dogs. Hit ribs. Dog starts howling in pain and runs out of the clearing. Other dogs start chasing it and run it down quick. Hear pitiful howling from the

dog as the others eat it. Retriever down. Hidious bone-crunching noises and flesh tearing noises accompanied by howling and growling. Wait the dogs out and collect arrows. The first one was bent from the teeth of the Rottweiler. The second one was bent from the struggle. Three arrows left. four dogs left. I start making traps my free time, hoping to kill the things more efficiently with less arrow loss. No such luck. Four days, not one trap has sprung, much less killed anything.

Dogs are making forays into my area more at night. I start waking up from little noises. Sometimes the dog, sometimes not, even when it was the dogs I couldn't see them. Sleep deprivation seemed like a tactic way over the head of a dog, but these bastards were good at it. Getting sluggish during the day because these fucks wouldn't let me sleep. Reaction time started dropping and they seemed to know. Bastards started to make more runs at me during the day. I'm glad they never really figured out laying in wait. Part 5. Almost done. Sleep deprived and too tired to do much else, I started sleeping during the day and just sitting in trees. The dogs wouldn't

make attempts to get me in the trees during the day anymore. It went until night or when I was walking. I started getting really jumpy from random noises, and I was getting mild hallucinations from the lack of sleep. Bad combo. About a week after I killed the most recent dog, they started coming in during the day while I was in a tree. I noticed some of them had new wounds. I first thought maybe a bear, but I noticed that they were really aggressive with each other now, constantly trying to bite each other if one so much have bumped into another. I drew my bow again for the big one and hit square in the chest, right under the neck from the

front. It made a hideous wheezy noise and started to run around aimlessly. The other dogs started to go for it, but it killed the small bulldog pretty quickly and the rest backed off. Three dogs, another dying. Watching the dogs tried to drag the bulldog and fight the rod at the same time was interesting. The rot was starting to hack up foamy blood. As it was about to lay down, the shepherd ran from the side and bowled it, over bending my arrow and killing the rot. The remaining retriever in the shepherd didn't even bother to pull the dogs into the bushes, but started ripping them apart right under me. I think they'd forgotten I was there.

I quietly drew back my second last arrow and caught the retriever behind the ear with it, dropped immediately and did not make a noise. I drew back my last arrow and tried to peg the shepherd with it, but he must have heard the last shot and ran away as soon as I was about to shoot. I still loosen the arrow. I thought I missed because he made it into the underbrush. When I went to retrieve the arrows, I saw blood where he ran off to. Part 6. Last bit.

The next day, I walks back to the clearing. The dogs were ripped up, and there were some bear tracks. I started to follow the blood trail to find the hopefully dead dog. It led to a stream, and I couldn't find the dog or where he went from the stream. I heard growling after I crossed the stream. I couldn't figure out the source, so I climbed up a little bit. It was dying in a clearing just past some rotting logs. I took my last arrow and launched it in a distance.

into the dog's chest to kill it quickly. Clean kill. Could see it stop breathing from where I was. Retrieved my final functional arrow and decided I'd had it with the force for a while. Went back to my mom's house totally unconcerned with her bullshit. I'm new to X, more of a K Amando LMAO, so bear with me on this. It also just happened tonight when I was coming back home, so I'm a little spook still. Coming back from hanging out with bros playing video.

By the time I'm leaving, it's pitch black, because he lives out in the vineyards and empty farmlands, so no streetlights out there. The clouds also have been rolling in all day, so it's really thick now. So no star or moonlight. 1995 Toyota forerunner with shitty lights, so yeat. High beans, it is. I also just recently finalized a kit for my forerunner, stuff like tools and all. My dad got me a few fuzzies, one of them a bit older, decide to fuck around and burn off the older one because it's a lot.

It goes bad entirely. After driving around for 15 or so minutes, I'm secluded enough to wear no cars might drive by and get confused by the flare. After fucking around with the striker caps because the old one was bad, I got it to ignite. After about maybe three minutes of a burning, I start waving it around because why not? As I'm holding it and taking picks because my aesthetics, I start looking around, taking in pitch black scenery. As I look towards, I think what was maybe the east, I see a single green dot, similar to an animal eye. Seconds later, a couple more pairs. At first, I'm like, maybe these are coyotes, because this is their territory, but then I realize that's not how light refraction works with a fucking road flare. I didn't have any lights on my car,

and they dots were almost half a football field away. I get fucking scared and start back and towards my car and pull out a fucking pellet pistol from under my seat. All the while, the probably seven or so eyes or dots not moving, keep looking at me. Now I'm at about half of the fuzi. It's a 20-minute one. So I put another in my pocket, and with the pellet pistol, on my other hand, I start approaching the dots. Jesus, I didn't know how long that actually was until I posted it. Part two. As I get closer, I realize that the dots keep moving back, no matter how many steps I take, it never gets closer. I'm starting to get doubts, and I begin to think maybe it was a hacking house or a granary or something that turn on its lights. It was only eight or nine at the time.

After about five or so minutes of just walking and a decent distance away from my car, I say, fuck it and aim and shoot at one of the dots. One shot and it fucking disappears while the others fucking stay. Holy fuck shit. No, no, no, no, no. I fucking throw my remaining sum of a flare at the shit and because of it being old as fuck, it goes out once it hits the ground. When the the flare goes out, my eyes or whatever grow much bigger. I'm fucking shitting my pants. I emptied the mag of like 20 in the general direction, and once it's empty, I still wait in a pocket, and light the second flare I had with me. I strike it and cause this one's newer, it burns better and brighter. The dots are still there, only this time it's missing the one I shot and another

interestingly. Part 3. As I reach my forerunner, I see a fucking silhouette under the thing. I'm scared shitless now because I left the extra pistol mag in my car, and the dots were growing bigger now, to the size of a corridor from where I was at. I say eff it and sprint towards my car with the flare pointed down to illuminate the ground as much as possible. The thing under my car darts off into the fields away from me. I'm so pumped with adrenaline that at this point I just get into my car and start it and floor without closing the door or disposing of the flare. As I'm bouncing my head on the potholes, I try to turn on my headlights and nothing happens, but I'm too scared and pumped to care, so I keep driving, using what little light I have to drive. I had a pothole kind of bad and dropped

the flare on accident, but at least gives me an excuse to close the door. After about five or so minutes of driving at almost 50, I reached a liquor store with the light on, and a couple Mexican farmer dudes chilling outside. Part 4. Final bit. With the kit I got, all the while trying to calm down, I tried to troubleshoot why none of the driving lights work. I also notice I can see the flare down the road from where I come still. Gotta love Orion flares. They're bright as fuck. One of the guys who speaks in broken English asked why I don't have lights on, and I chat with him for a bit and saying things like I'm trying to find out and why and all. And eventually, we get onto the subject about what I saw. I described to him the green dots in the silhouette under my car,

the size of a toddler, by the way. And he's nodding all the while, but with a ever-grown expression of fear or something. I eventually tell him I shot at it a couple of times and point to the pistol I've got and he freezes up and gives me a stare of, I don't even know how to describe it, like hatred and sadness and walks inside the liquor store. I shrug it off and get back to work on the lights. I remove one of the headlights and find the filaments inside the bulbs are just gone, non-existent. I go through all six headlights, DLR, and turn signal bulbs. And not a single one had filament. I go to the taillights and same story. I was super pissed off at the time because I was a good 25 minute drive away from home. I'm also super perplexed because I drove to the spot with my

headlights on and everything. At this point, I don't care and replace them with the spares I've got. I need to go back there tomorrow when there's lights to see where the fuck I threw that stump. And where the other flare dropped and also get the fucking filamentless bulbs. I was super stupid to throw those away here. That shit isn't normal. Time for some effing OC. I don't even give a shit if anyone believes me. I just want to get it off my chest. Live in boonies.

Basically forest, gerrymandered by houses and farms that go in and out of repair. There are several other houses right by in mine, but I talked to the neighbors exactly none. In fact, I'm glad for because the community looks like some straight up silent hill shit sometimes. There's like a weekly, spoopy happening to the point where I got so bored with it, I just shrug it off as the status quo. Several weeks back, this changed. The time is 10 a.m. And I'm savoring being a lazy F for not having to go into work that day,

drifting in and out of sleep, and suddenly an ear splitting roar. All of my what? Check laptop. I do comedy YouTube playlist to help me get to sleep. Just music tends to put me on edge for whatever reason to see if it's possibly an ad. No ad playing.

Halfway through two-hour video. Nothing in Darkseed 2. makes the sound I just heard. Even if it had been, something that loud would have blown out my laptops rather shitty speakers. Slightly confused, turn off pending alarm and drift in and out of consciousness with laptop on bed so I can roll over and check it if I hear it again. Two hours later, halfway conscious. Screak, motherfucker, forget about me? The roar both sounded louder and closer, as well as clearer. It sounded like the bastard child of a bear roar in the fog-horn cry Godzilla makes. Tactically what? Sounded like it came from behind the house. Decide I'm not

saving until I find out what made that noise. Grab lightly ruined Okin hiking staff. Grab fireplace poker. Bathe both in ash as whatever the fuck made that noise was clearly not of this effing earth anyways. Trek in a woods. Check glove compass to double check I have. I have. haven't been turned around like I had been before in the same woods. Glove compass is going beyond nuts, spinning like a top. Occasionally pointing towards direction of clearing I visited before with friends. I am a clearly sane, rational, and level-headed individuals. So obviously, I go towards the noise.

As I get closer, you're thrashing in the clearing, as well as a cow. There's a dairy farm next to my house, but I don't recall farmer Dan breeding effing mutants. start to see shit that's clearly off. Large movements through the gaps in the tree line. Low rumbling sound. Unnatural heat. Suddenly very glad I hadn't changed out of my sleeping shorts. Occasional burn mark on the ground.

Yes, I am that R word in the horror movie that moves towards the live hellmouth apparently. Eventually get to the clearing to see what the ruckus is about. Peek out from behind the tree. It's a effing dragon. Or at least that's what I assume. Think less Tolkien, more lovecraft. It had pale gray skin that looked like boiled conjac to the point where it apparently actively wet.

It was hexapodal, balanced on six squat legs that looked like an elephant's more than anything. There were a pair of massive wings on its back that looked like they could actually lift the monstrosity off the ground, even folded they seemed beyond massive. Its tail looked like it had been stumped, not in the way that had been cut off, but there was some sort of bulbous mass where the tail was supposed to continue. and then there was its head and neck. It was like some kind of effed-up xenomorph. Recesses where its eyes obviously should have been,

but they seemed to have skin over them. Yellow teeth sticking out its closed ma on both sides, painted red with the gore of the cow, it had just finished eating, and that's when my brain got a chance to catch up from Holy Fuck Dragon and got a chance to look at the rest of the clearing. It was totally scorched.

Like, basically everything was blackened. hear snapping noise in woods roughly to the left of me. Dragon, looks up. Its head is pointed in a decidedly uncomfortable at me position. Hide behind tree. What smells like ozone? Suddenly rushing sound, like a damn burst. I'm about to look from behind tree, but my judgment gets the best of me.

Good thing, because I suddenly find myself a yard from a large stream of aggressive something. To this day, I can't figure out what exactly it was, going out of green text here for a second. It didn't seem to be exactly fire or a flammable substance. The movement was too jerky, but it didn't spark or crack like electricity. And I still have the right half of my body, so I'm guessing it wasn't plasma. But it sure as fuck burning anything it touched. A spark got kicked up and burnt a sizable hole in my shirt, begin tactically praying an old Norse once the fire dies down.

Figure, I'm not escaping, so I might as well go out fighting, jump out from behind tree ready to S-word charge a dragon. Here wrestling from same spot as before. Boom. Same roar as before. Followed by some decidedly unpleasant, shrieking. Large gaping hole opened an eyrecess. Here shouting,

Get the fuck away from my cows, you fucker. Holy shit, it's Farmer Dan. Not looking at him, focusing on Big Effer, it unfurls its wings and starts flapping. And takes to the sky with surprisingly expectancy for something that had a torso the size of an RV. And it certainly felt like a large aircraft had just taken off. I was nearly bottled over from the force of the wind. It circles in the air once, before heading out

towards the lake. Stand there for a moment just plain vanilla dumbfounded. More movement. Brandish fireplace poker. Farmer Dan is now about 10 feet from me. The gun in his hands looked like an old-style break action, but the barrels were ridiculously large in diameter. My brain finally processes the fact that I'm being asked a question. Anon, what the fuck are you doing out here? Try my hardest to point out that this is not the most important question to be asked in this situation. Finally, he managed to coax an answer out of him. Apparently, several of his long horns went missing from the pasture, and he caught sight of it moving to that clearing after one more had disappeared. Hunter friends had apparently reported some weird on-goings on in his back

woods to him, said they'd found some freaky shit and some big-ass nest. Only one dead cow in this fucking clearing, however, and no nest to be seen. My brain refused to examine the possible meaning of those facts of the time. Ask him about the gun. Says he uses it to hunt whatever goes after his cows. The inflection implied that this was not the first supernatural entity he'd shot at using the shotgun. Farmer Dan stops me before I get back on the path. Don't tell nobody about this, Anon. No use causing a fuss over some fairy tale nonsense. I am not about to disagree with a man holding what I can only assume is a two or less gauge. walk back home and fall asleep wake up later that day assuming it was all some sort of effed-up dream

looked down and notice hole in shirt was legitimately there brain reeling for not dragon-related answers half-heartedly settle on this somehow being the shirt i'd burned slightly during a bonfire several years beforehand forced to confront reality when i notice said shirt lying on the floor decide then and there. I'm moving to the largest city I can get to, so I don't have to deal with this bullshit anymore. There was a huge rainstorm the next day, so a lot of the char was washed out, but sure the F enough, when I went back to that clearing, a several days later, it was filled with moral mushrooms, so it had to have been scorched at some point. I don't know what the F I saw, and I don't know if K would have any better idea of what it was, but if I ever know that thing

in the area again. I'm finding as many K Amandos as possible and leading realities, probably, first dragon-slaying raid. Be me. B-15, 2009, loved Call of Duty for so much, loved all gillied up so much, favorite level. I would also often reenact levels in my yard with imaginary guns and stuff. I was also abnormally tall for 15. This is important. Like six, six. too. Heard Seamer prom was coming up and since I was a sophomore I couldn't go. Girl Across the Street was having people over for pictures. Now at proms what happens is that when you go to take photos people park their cars bumper to bumper reminded me of all gillied up when MacMillion and Price crawl under the cars. This gave me an idea. From what

I learned from Stephanie the girl across the street they were gonna go drinking and shit in the nature reserve after prom, maybe have some s. Figure I might splur eye on them and pretend one is Zakev and shoot him. Borrow my friend's gilly suit. Wait until prom. When everyone's taking photos, I put on the gilly suit. It was a little dark by this time, 7 o'clock, and I had cover. Ah, it's a bloody convention out there. When they leave, crawl out and stay low. I say as I see the crowd, I wait for one of the dads to move. Hold. He moves. Okay, go. And so I ran, exactly as Macmillan does, while even making the sounds the music from that level. Start crawling under the cars. Holy autism. It's a bit of a tighter squeeze

than I thought. Pretty tough, but I'm skinny so it works. When I get to the end of the cars, people are starting to leave. I say eff it and run out from under the cars over to a tree in my neighbor's lawn. I hear someone say, what the hell was that? I run to the beginning of the woods and look back. People are looking in my direction, mostly kids. They look sort of shaken. They keep wondering what it was that ran past them. I run back to my house when I see one of the, and I see one of the dads and one of the seniors named Jake start to walk across the street. I say to myself, what the bloody hell was that? Trying to get us killed? Night comes. I pass a time playing MW2. No Macmillan. I'm sad. In the woods I see lights. It's the seniors. No, it's the ultra-nationalist.

Kielzikhev. Throw on my gilly suit. Run into the forest. Stock the seniors. About 10 of them through the trails. I'm snapping in a lot of twigs and shit following them. What the F was that, one of them says? What? It's me. I run to a safer location. Hello? Stephanie calls out.

If they see me, everyone will think I'm autistic. They keep walking and I realize I got too close to them. I say in a horrible Scottish accent, are you daft? Stay out of the radioactive areas. What the fuck is that? One of them says. What was that?

They're seriously scared. They book it to the campsite and I tiptoe behind them. When they get there, they set up camp. I live in the south, so one of the guys brings a gun. His date is complaining. I brought in case that thing from Stephanie's house come back. What if that was it earlier on our way here? Omj, stop. The females whimper in Uisand, like a choir of Valley Cats. The guy, Dave, looks into the woods with his guns while his date starts drinking and inviting him to join her. He's got his eyes fixed on the woods. I pretend he's an ultra-nationalist who spotted me. I run for cover. I heard something,

he shouts. Everyone's getting scared. Girls want to go home. home. The men decide to be noble and go find the effort stalking them. I bolt. An hour later, I'm still in the nature preserve, looking for a way out. All of a sudden, I run into the guys. I pretend since that part of all gillied up when Price and McMillan crawl through the grass past of the ultra-nationalist patrol. I go prone and try to slip past them. Instead, I lay down in deer shit and get it smeared on my friend's gilly suit. But I continue. Macmillan would have wanted it. They passed me, talking about the creature they saw. Lull, what? What did you see, Jake?

It was huge, like six feet, hairy is fucking. It was like walking like an head of a limb. I do not walk like that. I do not walk like that. I should probably point out my Macmill and impression sounds like I have a bunch of marbles in my mouth while I get deep-throated by Mandigo and Danny D. at the same time.

I do my accent and say with all of my autism, pooch don't look too friendly. They freaks the fuck out, and I run. I heard it, that's it. I keep running and see lights. Maybe I'm home. Nope. Camp site. A girl shines a light into the woods. It hits me. Macmillan would be disappointed.

Hello? Say nothing. Just stare. McMillan would have shot her. What do you want? Creep? A girl waves to my attention. Pulled down my mask to see if she would recognize me from school so she wouldn't be scared. I smile, but due to my autism, I smile really wide and with eyes wide like a deer getting ass rammed. I wave, but it's cold as fuck, so I'm shaking a ton, and it looks like I'm having to see. seizure. They scream. It's mimicking us. The thing is here, Stephanie shouts. I run again. I kept running

that night, but ran to the group again. Turns out they had split up to search for the creature, but two of them, Susie and Noah, got lost. They're calling out for Susie. I like Susie and this fit, so I shout my Scottish accent. Oi, Susie! A guy shoots at me with his AR. Macmillan would have topped him. He is shooting wildly. Kill that effing monster, one shouts. I run out of there, while screaming loud, like Susie, Suzy, hoping that they'll know I'm helping. I slip and fall into a small pit. Did you smell that thing? One says. I'm still splattered in deer shit. They follow my trail, and Dave reaches the edge of the pit. Founded he cries. Then he slips and falls in. Hits his head on a rock. His out cold bleeding. I scream and bolt. I can hear the group screaming. It got Dave. They think I

killed Dave. Target neutralized, I say. Eventually I realized I've been going in circles because I end up to back at camp. I get an idea. Trash it. Throw shit around and set things on fire. Then I say, look at this place. 50,000 people used to live in the city. Now it's a ghost town. Never seen anything like it. When the group comes back, they see their camp trashed. They left Dave in the woods for some reason. I was really cold, so I threw on some of Noah's extra clothes to keep warm. They see me. Noah one shouts? I'm confused. Noah? They stop. My face when I'm still using my Scottish accent. They're frozen. One girl tries to approach me.

Jake pulls her back. That's not Noah anymore, he says. Noah was the class clown and had a lot of funny cap traces, so to calm them down, I do an impression of him and say, What's swagger? This scares them even more. Apparently, he said that right before he disappeared. What?

Jake charges me. I run. Getting sick of hearing that? He catches me. I'm bigger, so I punch him and he falls. I run him by his leg into the dark to punch him more. The group is screaming. screaming. The others are too scared to help. I beat him up while shouting McMillan lines in a

Scottish accent. It sounds like William Wallace, but had suddenly come out of the trees and decided to savage one of the group members. He's bloody and I run so I won't get into trouble. The group freaks out. I stagger, a lot, leaving blood all over the trees and stuff. My hand hurts from punching him a ton. I scream. More screaming from the woods. I get back home, shower, and play all gillied up for real. When I returned my friend's gilly suit, and he tells me that apparently there's like a hairy monster man in the woods. I'm scared until I read the newspaper. Blood trails all over the woods, two teens beaten and bloodied, Suzu's found stuck in mud.

They never found Noah. Jake and Dave ended up in a hospital. Friends say they saw Noah attack Jake and then disappear. Say the creature was dark, hairy, smelly, ran fast, was tall and gaunt, and mimicked humans. Two years later, some A-N-Posts about it on B, called it a Skinwalker. My face when I was a Skinwalker. Macmillan would have been proud. And wow, that last story was just so funny.

I really haven't read a 4-Chance story like that. It was, you know, exactly what the title of the video says, bizarre. That was a bizarre and, you know, funny story. The first few stories were definitely not, you know, as funny, but the last one was just hilarious to me. I thought, you know, whoever wrote it had a great sense of humor. They were funny.

And I like to believe that a lot of guys like this out there are the cause and roots of a lot of Skinwalker stories. So I'll think of this story every time I read a Skinwalker story now. But yeah, I thought that last one was really funny. I enjoyed all the other ones as well. If you're still watching, please comment down below what you thought about the last. story because yeah I just thought it was hilarious it was super funny and thank you so much for watching

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